Robots And Monkeys
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
All the days when we didn't know,
Right from wrong?
Now we're so grown up,
Just like we wanted to be,
Building up debts
I won't be I won't be
What do you want to be,
A robot or a monkey? (x2)
What can you do?
What can you do?
Money has a way of
catching up with you
So now you work all day
And you sleep all night
And you work all day
It's not right it's not right
What do you want to be,
A robot or a monkey? (x4)
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 19)
She likes to feed the monkey
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Percy The Robot
Percy the robot lives in the water
Percy the robot lies on the floor
Percy the robot runs on motor
Percy the robot goes for a walk
Percy the robot is on a lead
Percy the robot does not talk
Percy the robot cleans and cleans
Percy the robot never leaves....
The pool
poem by Harriet James
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Robot
Nobody , never, will understand anything
Such love is artificial honey,
Artificial honey, artificial ice
Artificial paradise, turn if faster on.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Such love, is unreal fly,
Artificial honey, artificial ice.
Such love, is artificial laugh,
Artificial snow, and all that is like a dream.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
[Robot]
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Poleteli, poleteli
Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh
Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
song performed by by Tatu
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Robot Parade
In a future time
Children will work together
To build a giant cyborg.
Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.
Wave the flags that
The robots made.
Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.
Robots obey what
The children say.
There's electric cars,
There's electric trains,
Here comes a robot with
Elecrtric brains.
Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.
Wave the flags that
The robots made.
Robot Parade.
Robot Parade.
Robots obey what
The children say.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Shock The Monkey
Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life
Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out the trees
Now Im on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know when youre going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I cant take any more
Darling, dont you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know youre going to shock the monkey
Wheels keep turning
Somethings burning
Dont like it but I guess Im learning
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know youre going to shock the monkey
Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Gods! The Gods!
People were bathing and posturing themselves on the beach,
and all was dreary, great robot limbs, robot breasts,
robot voices, robot even the gay umbrellas.
But a woman, shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer of the presence of the gods was like
lilies, and like water-lilies.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Proudest Monkey
Swing in this tree
Oh I am bounce around so well
Branch to branch,
Limb to limb you see
All in a days dream
Im stuck
Like the other monkeys here
I am a humble monkey
Sitting up in here again
But then came the day
I climbed out of these safe limbs
Ventured away
Walking tall, head high up and singing
I went to the city
Car horns, corners and the gritty
Now I am the proudest monkey youve ever seen
Monkey see, monkey do
Then comes the day
Staring at myself I turn to question me
I wonder do I want the simple, simple life that I once lived in well
Oh things were quiet then
In a way they were the better days
But now I am the proudest monkey youve ever seen
Monkey see, monkey do
Monkey see, monkey do
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Robot Blues
They are short circuting again
Those robotic men
Wires blown
Fuse gone
Singing the blues
The robot song
Marching to work and back again
Lights on the blink
Days cut short
To night fall
Blotting the stars with a marker pen
Numbers in
And out again
Circuits faulty
Battery gone
And old men are singing the robot song
Lights on the blink
Burnt out fuse
A low dull humming
Strumming the 'robot blues'
Emilia punk hurst
poem by Yvette Smith
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Too Much Monkey Business
Running to and fro,
Hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill,
There come a rotten bill.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Salesman talking to me,
Trying to run me up a creek,
Says you can buy it, go on try it,
You can pay me next week.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Been to yokohama, baby,
Fighting in the war,
Army bunk, army chow,
Army clothes, army car.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Same thing every day,
Getting up, going to school.
No need for me complaining,
My objection's overruled.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Working in the filling station,
Too many tasks,
Wipe the windows, check the oil,
Check the tires, dollar gas?
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
Don't want you by the race,
Get away and leave me.
[original has one more verse:
Pay-phone, something's wrong,
Dime gone, will mail.
Oughta sue the operator
For telling me a tale.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved with you
song performed by by Beatles
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Money Monkey
Monkey
Play
The dance...
rama...rama...
This is a
Dance of...
Of Road...
Monkey...
Wanted for
Money...
Beging money
For people...
Beging...is
importent...
Monkey life also...
Beging....
Human leave...
for money monkey...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Steel Monkey
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down,
Im a highrise jockey, and Im heaven-bound.
Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.
Im a monkey puzzle and the lid is on.
Can you guess my name? can you guess my trade?
Im going to catch you anyway.
You might be right. Ill give you guesses three.
Feel me climbing up your knee.
Guess what I am. Im a steel monkey.
Now some men hustle and some just think.
And some go running before you blink.
Some look up and some look down
From three hundred feet above the ground.
Can you guess my name? and can you guess my trade?
Well, I wont rest before the world is made.
Arm in arm the angels fly.
Keep me from falling out the sky.
Steel monkey.
I work in the thunder and I work in the rain.
I work at my drinking, and I feel no pain.
I work on women, if they want me to.
You can have me climb all over you.
Now, have you guessed my name?
And have you guessed my trade?
Im cheap at the money I get paid.
In the sulphur city, where men are men,
We bolt those beams then climb again.
Steel monkey.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Too Much Monkey Business
Salesman talking to me tried to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Blonde haired, good lookin tryin to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, settle down and get a home and and write a book
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Pay phone, somethin wrong, dial gone,
Well me ought to sue the operator for tellin me a tale
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho
Been to vietnam, been a fightin in the war
Army bar, army chow, army clothes, army car
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Workin in the fillin station, too many tasks
Wipe the windo, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Blonde haired, good lookin tryin to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down and and write a book
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho, too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
song performed by by Elvis Presley, music by Chuck Berry, lyrics by Chuck Berry
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Know that a monkey is on your back
There is a monkey on your back
At any point of time each one of us is carrying a monkey on the back.
Whether you like it or not your thoughts, words and deeds are determined by this very powerful monkey.
This monkey is nothing but a personification of the tasks either
assigned to you or taken up on your own.
The life line of the monkey is the strong desire that you nurse to
accomplish these tasks.
You may not know that you only feed this monkey and make it naughty.
They quality of your feed and its extent depend on your knowledge, attitude and earlier practices.
Often, wittingly or unwittingly we act only to get rid of the monkey.
Unfortunately, if one monkey goes the other is just taking its place.
And you think, talk and act accordingly.
Some wise people, are they really wise, pass on the monkey to some other’s back tactfully, so the monkey is rid off, but still alive. This is what
exactly happens in a work environment.
Know your monkeys and their feeds.
Fail not to feed them in time, as monkeys should be fed or shot to death. Otherwise, they will starve to death, forcing you to conduct postmortem.
Keep monkeys' population below the maximum number you can probably feed.
Feed monkeys only by appointment, otherwise you will be feeding them at odd hours.
Feed monkeys personally, if left to others, they may feed wrong and/or in unacceptable doses.
Each monkey is unique, hence its feed and frequency of feed differs.
No monkey stays long. They know when to leave you as once the monkey is satisfied with your hospitality it jumps off your back.
The new monkey on your back is the task to know whether monkeys are there or not on your back.
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Junk Rock
Can't be late, can't be late for work again
The boys can't wait, the boys can't wait to get started again
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
And the apes can't wait to get started again
Look over there, the monkey on a chair
He thinks he's as smart as a computer chip,
But he hasn't figured out how to work his mouth
Shorty by the door, beating on the floor,
You better not mess with the little thing
He's a real nice guy 'til you get him riled up
Can't complain, can't complain about working with them
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
They go insane, we give them drugs and they're normal again
There's a pretty face, the monkey plunkin' bass
All the lady monkeys wanna jump his monkey bones,
But he loses track and his work gets backed up
Monkey on a power trip, monkey with a lot of lip,
Thinks he's in charge of every other monkey,
But he still looks cool even while he's drooling
Lunch is fun, lunch is fun when you're eating wit them
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
My name is music, i see that the music gets done
Then back to work, it's back to work while the orders pile in
Is it live or is it memorex?
song performed by by Utopia
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Junk Rock (Million Monkeys)
Cant be late, cant be late for work again
The boys cant wait, the boys cant wait to get started again
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
And the apes cant wait to get started again
Look over there, the monkey on a chair
He thinks hes as smart as a computer chip,
But he hasnt figured out how to work his mouth
Shorty by the door, beating on the floor,
You better not mess with the little thing
Hes a real nice guy til you get him riled up
Cant complain, cant complain about working with them
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
They go insane, we give them drugs and theyre normal again
Theres a pretty face, the monkey plunkin bass
All the lady monkeys wanna jump his monkey bones,
But he loses track and his work gets backed up
Monkey on a power trip, monkey with a lot of lip,
Thinks hes in charge of every other monkey,
But he still looks cool even while hes drooling
Lunch is fun, lunch is fun when youre eating wit them
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
Then back to work, its back to work while the orders pile in
Is it live or is it memorex?
song performed by by Utopia
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One, a robot may not injure a human being, or through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm;
Two, a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law; Three, a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
Isaac Asimov in I. Robot (1950)
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Robot
you're just walking round
your little mazes figuring out
how to get by,
how to get laid,
and get famous,
get yourself paid,
impress the guys.
you think you're thinking for yourself
but when you get on the
subway's most crowded part
just to stand behind a girl
CHORUS
then you are
just a robot,
executing a program.
you are just a robot,
an imitation of a man
you're taught to divide
the world into buddies and wives,
sluts and wimps;
and ever since,
you've kept a scorecard
how else to prove
you're such the pimp.
you think you're thinking for yourself
but when you can't get any
the consentual way
you decide to use some force
CHORUS
she told me one night
when we were lying quiet and cold,
something not right.
it had been months
since the good times,
once there was sun,
now there was night.
and she said to me
as she turned on the light,
"there's something you don't know
that keeps me from feeling right.
i once knew a guy,
i'd seen him around.
he knew all my friends,
he came from town.
one night at a party,
we both were there,
he followed me into the bathroom,
he grabbed my hair,"
and she said "i still remember
just how the floor felt
and how my head would hit the tub."
now where is that robot,
put a stake thru my true love
where is that robot,
should get struck down from above
you are just a robot,
executing a program,
an imitation of a man
song performed by by Nada Surf
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Monkey play
On the
chennai street...
Monkey play
Playing...
On the people...
Runded people
Clap and laugh...
Monkey
Run
Jump
Play well
play finish
Monkey asking
Money...
For people...
Some budy given
Some budy run
Some budy move...
Too play with monkey...
Money also
Monkey know...? !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Robot Man
Live version
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Grave communication
See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation
Do you feel the cold vibration?
cause Im everywhere, produce a crazy science fiction creation
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
I lost my mind, I lost my life, I lost my soul
Babe, its a magic station
Where we live, what we do with our magic robot man generation
I say babe, its not a vision
Its reality, this is a robot scene what we live in
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
I lost my mind, I lost my life, I lost my soul
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man...
Another version
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Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Crave communication
See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation
Do you feel him, the cold vibration
Comes from everywhere, produce a crazy science fiction creation
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser
I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
Well, thats my mind
Thats my life
Thats my soul
Babe, its a magic station
Where we live what we do with our magic from my generation
I say babe, its not a vision
Its reality, this is a robot scene what we live in.
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser
I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
Thats my mind
Thats my life
Thats my soul
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser
I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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